Cheng Zhiwei struggled, like a cat with its fur on end, "You are sick, and I, am not hungry right now."
Her whole body radiated resistance towards Zhou Lin.
Zhou Lin was acutely aware of it, and precisely because of this, he did not slacken his grip at all. In fact, he held on even tighter, "It's just a meal, what are you being so finicky about?"
Cheng Zhiwei was dragged down to eat.
The meal Zhou Lin referred to was actually just takeout delivered to their door.
When the doorbell rang, Zhou Lin was drinking water in the kitchen, and Cheng Zhiwei went to answer the door.
Outside the door, instead of the delivery person, stood Meng Qiancheng.
"Weiwei," Meng Qiancheng smiled tenderly, lifting the bag in his hand, "I passed by the alley entrance near your school and brought you the pancake you love the most, still hot."
At that moment, Cheng Zhiwei looked at him and thought of Zhang Yuanheng's words and didn't know what to say, standing frozen at the entrance.
